My Lusty Wicked Degenerate System

There were always lots of gossip around a widow, and the country people were very good at it.

Sister Lana retreated after hearing this and stopped struggling. Walker immediately smiled smugly, knowing that village women were sensitive about their reputation, and the widow in his arms appeared to be the docile type, for she was indeed most afraid of this.

"Then you, please stop moving around," Sister Lana's voice trembled, "we just can't sit together, just be honest."

"Don't worry, I'm very honest." Walker grinned wickedly, hugged her waist tighter with both hands, pressed her butt down hard, and pressed his penis between her buttocks, savoring the soft sensation.

"Woo…" Sister Lana snorted and covered her mouth in fear.

Her hot body began to tremble slightly. It had been so long since she had such close contact with a man that it was as if something sealed for many years was suddenly released, making her body feel as if it were burning.

Such a big reaction… Could it be that this widow hadn't been touched by a man for a long time?

Walker felt a heat in his heart at the thought, and his hands around her waist became more assertive. He gently lifted her loose floral clothes and suddenly touched her skin, which was covered with sweat.

"Take your hand out quickly!" Sister Lana whispered, almost crying in anxiety.

There were obviously only two people in the crowded environment, and the noise was extremely loud as the car started, but she was afraid that the driver would hear her, so she didn't dare to speak loudly, let alone ask for help.

This was pure temptation. If she firmly refused or resisted, Walker would not dare to take any further action.

However, the pretty widow was afraid of being discovered, so she didn't even dare to struggle or breathe heavily when speaking. This gave Walker tremendous confidence.

His hand began to caress her waist. There was a little flesh there, plump and firm, unique to mature women, and it felt wonderful to touch.

"Sister, you smell so good…" Walker slowly approached and gently bit her back through her clothes. This made Sister Lana feel as though she had been struck by lightning.

Her face flushed, and she couldn't speak clearly: "You, don't go too far, or I'll yell if you continue like this."

Walker chuckled and said, "Go ahead and shout. I would accept being arrested and shot just to be intimate with a beautiful sister like you."

"You…" Sister Lana was speechless for a moment, naturally not daring to shout.

Walker had already taken advantage of her. Intoxicated by the charming scent of the pretty widow's flesh, his hands were no longer content with merely caressing her lower abdomen; they began to move upward.

"No, I can't…" Sister Lana said anxiously, quickly grabbing the wandering hands on her clothes. If she were slower, they would have successfully climbed higher.

"Sister, no one can see us here, so just don't move and enjoy yourself. If you don't let me touch you, I will do something even more extreme," Walker chuckled, then suddenly pushed up, rubbing his penis against that extremely soft area through her clothes.

The thrust not only made Sister Lana feel that his penis was as hard as iron, but the thrusting action, almost like sexual intercourse, was full of impact, leaving her dazed and causing her to scream.

"No, don't…" Sister Lana was shocked and quickly covered her mouth with one hand, otherwise the huge stimulation would make her scream uncontrollably.

Her whole body softened, and Walker's hands were freed. He climbed up and grabbed her twin breasts through her bra.

"You, let go, let go!" Sister Lana's eyes filled with tears. She didn't dare to shout, not knowing how to struggle.

The two of them were squeezed together, surrounded by piles of goods, and she didn't even have room to escape.

"Don't be afraid, beautiful sister. I just like you so much." Walker's breathing grew heavy as he thrust his lower body forward, rubbing against her while pushing her old, loose bra up forcefully.

"Don't move; I'm a widow. How can a good guy like you bully me?"

Sister Lana was so anxious that she was about to cry. She struggled slightly, but any movement only increased the pleasure Walker derived from the rubbing of her plump buttocks and the stimulation of her already softened body.

"Sister, I like you—I'm not bullying you."

Seeing her struggle, Walker suddenly moved forward, bit her ear, and began licking and sucking it. This caused Sister Lana's body to go limp instantly, and her struggling movements grew less intense.

"Be quiet and don't move, or I'll tear off your bra, and then when we get back to the village, your tits will be dangling around and I'll see what you do."

The floral clothes worn by country women were very thin and clung to their bodies when they sweated, making them somewhat translucent. If their bras were torn off and they went topless, it would be laughable, especially since their breasts were so big that they could hardly be concealed.

Sister Lana's body stiffened instantly. Walker thought to himself that she was indeed a submissive person. Seeing that she didn't dare to resist, he became extremely excited. He pushed hard and lifted her bra up with the sound of Sister Lana's groan of pain.

With a sudden grab of both hands, the full breast flesh that couldn't be held in one hand nearly overflowed; as he rubbed it hard, the extremely soft feeling was particularly refreshing.

This time, Sister Lana covered her mouth with her hands, her face full of fear and pleading.

"Don't be afraid, sister. There's no one else on this road. I will make you feel comfortable. If you don't agree, I will never fuck you. How about that?"

Walker whispered in her ear, his mouth never leaving her hot, red little ear. His hot breath made Sister Lana's eyes blurry. She shook her head and nodded subconsciously, not even knowing what to do.

Seeing her timid performance, Walker smiled triumphantly. He kept kneading her two huge breasts with his hands, rubbing his lower body on her buttocks, and pressing against her delicate vagina in imitation of sexual intercourse.

Even through the thin cloth, the impact was overwhelming. The pretty widow's long-neglected body could not withstand it; she covered her mouth tightly and let out an indistinct whimper.

Walker's eyes grew a little red with anger. He was no longer satisfied with the mere touch of her hands. He wanted to pull her closer to fully appreciate her amazing breasts.

At that moment, the driver suddenly called out, "Young man, Sister Lana, we're about to enter the village. Pack up your things and get ready to get off!"

The sound was like thunder, and Sister Lana was so frightened that she shuddered violently. Not knowing where she found the strength, she pushed Walker away and stood up.

At that time, Walker saw her face—her hair disheveled, her face flushed. She glared at him in anger, then lowered her head guiltily and hurriedly straightened her rumpled bra.

Walker was unwilling to give up. The fat meat that had been right in his mouth was gone. He regretted that the journey was too short. If it had been another half hour, he would have definitely managed to take full advantage of the pretty widow.

Walker gritted his teeth, touched her buttocks with both hands, and said, "Good sister, I want to find you again."

Sister Lana pushed him away and said angrily yet shyly, "Don't mess around. If you don't behave yourself after we enter the village, I'll call someone to beat you to death."

"Sister, but you felt comfortable too, right?" Walker said unwillingly, touching her vagina through the cloth with both hands. He vaguely felt that the cloth in that area was a little damp.

Being touched in that way, Sister Lana trembled all over and slapped Walker's hand vigorously, her face flushed as she said, "Fuck you, I'm sweating from the heat—what do you know about comfort, little brat."

The two of them were huddled together, and what felt like only half an hour stretched like a century, leaving her feeling extremely embarrassed.

Not only were her outer pants slightly wet, but even her underwear was nearly soaked. Sister Lana had never expected that this little bastard would be so lustful and bold as to force himself on her in the car without knowing her at all.

Sister Lana suddenly felt a little resentful. She was very scared and nervous just moments ago, but now the man's rough hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed them wantonly, and his arching from below brought an extremely strong impact.

This made her long-neglected body feel particularly pleasurable. If it lasted a little longer, even just one second, she might be able to experience a wonderful climax.

Thinking of this, Sister Lana subconsciously glanced at Walker's crotch.

There, in the middle, was a large tent. Judging by their previous contact, it was very big and as hard as steel. If such a large thing were really inserted, she would have come a long time ago, and she wouldn't be stuck like this now...

That feeling… the thought suddenly frightened Sister Lana. She cursed herself in her heart, wondering if she was a slut—how could she think like that when she was clearly being bullied?

At that time, the minibus had stopped. Sister Lana turned her head away in a panic and said, "Get out of here quickly. Don't let me see you."

"Good sister, we will see each other again," Walker murmured as he secretly kissed her on the face. Seeing that she trembled all over and did not resist, he felt an overwhelming itch. Yet he was already in a place where everyone could see, so he could only suppress the urge.

The goods were piled up like a mountain. Walker jumped out of the car directly through the window. He looked back at the pretty widow still inside the car with a trace of reluctance, carrying his luggage on his back.

A sturdy old man approached him with a smile, "You must be Walker, right? How come you came here in this truck and bumped into your sister-in-law?"

"My sister-in-law?" Walker was a little surprised and turned around to look at the pretty widow in the car with a dumbfounded expression.

The old village chief said with a smile, "She is the wife of your cousin Wester. It's a pity that Wester passed away early. I didn't expect you to run into her. What a coincidence."

A pretty widow—or a sister-in-law related to him...

Evil thoughts suddenly came into his mind, and Walker turned around and smiled, "Sister-in-law, I will visit your house after I finish my work."

"Okay!" Sister Lana agreed a little nervously under the watchful eyes of everyone. She felt extremely guilty at that moment and thought that if she refused, she would be exposed.

In the eyes of others, Walker was handsome, with a sunny and harmless smile. But in Sister Lana's eyes, that smile was evil and obscene, as if he were about to strip her naked at any moment, making her feel ashamed and angry, her head lowered, not daring to look him directly in the eyes.

The village chief led the way and said, "Let's pack up everything first."

There was a dilapidated temple at the entrance of the village.

No one knew when it was built; the old people said it had been there as long as anyone could remember. However, no one could tell who was enshrined in it, so it was collectively called the Mountain Temple.

It was called a temple, but it was merely a single room with an area of less than three square meters.

Most of the tiles on the roof were broken, and the legs of the altar were shattered. It had been repaired so many times it looked as dilapidated as a ruin.

"This is already a dangerous building. After it is demolished, there are no plans to rebuild it. Please burn some incense and ask your godfather to leave."

Walker took out a stick of incense and burned it. After inserting it into the altar, he knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times. He wondered why he would come back to worship this godfather he barely knew—if it weren't for the thousand-dollar subsidy.

The feudal superstitions in the countryside had strange traditions. For example, if a child cried at night or was sick, one would find a godfather. There were also all kinds of strange things, such as stones at intersections, big trees in the village, and so on.

When Walker was a child, he had a high fever that wouldn't go away, which made his parents very anxious.

After seeking medical treatment everywhere without success, they took him back to the village to see a blind man.

Under the blind man's guidance, Walker worshipped the God of Earth in the temple as his godfather. After the worship, the fever miraculously subsided.

Walker was born in the city and had been back to the countryside so many times he could count them on one hand.

He only knew the old village chief who often went to the city. He returned to the village because he received a call from the chief saying that the old mountain temple was going to be demolished.

There was a subsidy of 1,000 dollars; otherwise, Walker would not have bothered to come back.

After the worship, Walker entered the temple and carefully tried to pick up the black, lump-like statue.

Perhaps due to the weathered and decayed relationship from its long existence, when he touched it, he felt a sudden piercing pain, and in an instant, he lost all consciousness and fainted on the ground.

The old village chief left after giving his instructions, completely unaware of the strangeness behind him.

In broad daylight, a chill suddenly blew up in the old temple, chilling and bone-deep, like the coldest days of winter.

A burst of black mist emerged from the weathered statue. The mist seemed alive, like a venomous snake hunting its favorite prey; it madly drilled into the body of the unconscious Walker.

As the black fog gradually dissipated, the statue gradually disappeared, leaving only a slightly yellowish ring on the altar.

A cold voice sounded: "Extremely Masculine Energy Physique, meets the host conditions, the system is officially activated."

In that dark little temple, the unconscious Walker let out a scream, but it seemed that the little temple was isolated from the world, for no sound could be heard from outside.